Flowing out via pins and needles
Little by little found a way to s** you dry
Can't hear a reason from dome or steeple to let one leave alive
Breathing out inhaled placebos
Proxies and opiates you call yourself alive
Can't put a finger on a thought or detail as each one takes a dive
Let the skinny kid pen up an anthem
(a forced response: inane repeats)
Let him tell me all that i want to hear
(punch in punch out ersatz defeats)
Let me dream about the lives of the handsome
I can see that we're surrounded from here
With a sitcom IV at your fingertips
The sting of the lash will fade away